The Final Ultimate Showdown
By: Jane Minatti
Rating: M for much violence, rape, bleeding, suicide, and multiple character deaths. yeah its that bad.
Summary: Toys start disappearing for no reason, children lose interest in playtime and stop reading foolish books. A prophecy was made, and lines were drawn. and this is the story.
Prologue:
An unseen presence approached Voldemort. It looked over him and tried to decide whether or not to make himself known to the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World. All these boundaries, it thought. Nothing but more weak walls that needed demolishing. The Dark Lord gave a shudder as he felt a cold presence. He turned but saw no one beind him.
"I know you're there," he said. Voldemort took hold of his wand for added protection. The figure smiled and came out of his cloaked state.
"You should know that your pathetic magic won't work against me Lord Voldemort," the figure said in a young male voice. He was a heavy-set man wearing a black trench coat over black pants and a black shirt. He had a long ponytail that was braided. The rest of his hair looked like it was shaved off. He also had a goatee, and his eyes glowed with a deep garnet red. There were heavy boots on his feet, and he was flanked by two other beings that Voldemort could not identify.
"Who are you?" Voldemort asked. Something wasn't right with this man, if you could call him a man. His face bore strange markings and numerous scars.
"I am the answer that you have been waiting for," the figure said. "I have many names, one of them is Foues. Your deepest wish is to send the world into total darkness, a place where no good or evil exists because both have been eradicated. Am I correct?"
Voldemort nodded. Foues smiled.
"I can help you do that," he said. Foues opened his trench coat and pulled out a crystal ball. It glowed briefly and then projected a picture of a young woman into the air. She had brown shoulder length hair, and she had dark chocolate brown eyes. She gave off a slight aura that proved to be too bright for Voldemort as he had to look away.
"Who is that?" Voldemort asked.
"She is Child of Balance," Foues said. "Her imagination is immense. It is powerful and quite vivid."
"You want me to kill her, don't you?" Voldemort asked. Foues shook his head from side to side.
"You are too weak for that my friend," he replied. "I need you to break down the boundaries that separate the realms of fantasy. You must unite all of the forces of evil to break into the realm of reality."